When the evening breeze confesses: the ordinary and brilliance of Wutong Lane
Thirty-year-old Lin Wan said goodbye to seven years of high-pressure work and opened a second-hand bookstore called "Wanlai Book Club" in her grandmother's old bungalow on Wutong Lane. She thought that the days would flow slowly in the fragrance of books and cinnamon, until a heavy rain hit the embarrassing figure of the top actor Jiang Yi.
Handing over towels and ginger tea, people from two worlds unexpectedly got together because of a collection of Haizi's poems. He took off his halo and chatted with her about old books and movies; she put aside her surprise and listened to him tell her about the inability to control herself in the entertainment industry. Egg noodles in the middle of the night and whispers in the early morning allow secrets to grow quietly in the corner of the bookstore.
The scandal broke out and public opinion was in an uproar. Lin Wan reluctantly told him not to come closer. But Jiang Yi decided to rush to the bookstore on a rainy night and confess his sincerity: "The only one I care about is you."
He openly disclosed his relationship at the premiere and was not afraid of career downturns; she silently wiped off the paint on the door and waited for his return at the bookstore. Jiang Yi gave up work and accompanied her to organize the bookshelves, greet guests, and break the rumors with gentleness. When he won the best actor award based on his strength, his confession on the podium made his love known to the world.
When sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed all over the small courtyard, Jiang Yi knelt down on one knee, with "Wan Yi" engraved on the inner ring. There is no grand wedding, only the blessings of relatives and friends and the evening breeze of Wutong Lane. The days after marriage are about wontons in the morning, poetry collections in the afternoon, and fireworks between the top class and the bookstore proprietress.
When Lin Wan smiled and said, "Take the children to see the sea," the sun was just right and the scent of cinnamon was still there. This love that spans the ordinary and the dazzling will never end in the morning and dusk of Wutong Lane.
Intention: love